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Christmas in Prison
Bright Eyes
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It was Christmas in prison, the food was real good
We had turkey and pistols carved out of wood
I dream of her always, even when I don't dream
Her name's on my tongue and her blood's in my stream
Wait awhile, eternity
Old mother nature's got nothing on me
So come to me, run to me, come to me now
We're rolling, my sweetheart, we're flowing, by God
She reminds me of a chess game with someone I admire
Or a picnic in the rain after a prairiะต fire
Her heart is as big as this wholะต goddamn jail
And she's sweeter than saccharin at a drug store sale
Wait awhile, eternity
Old mother nature's got nothing on me
Come to me, run to me, come to me now
We're rolling, my sweetheart, we're flowing, by God
Man, oh man
I just love Christmas
It's just so darn neat
I kinda wish everyday was Christmas
Except for Christmas Eve
And uh the Fourth of July
We wouldn't want to miss out on those fireworks, would we
When I was a kid, we used to get the Christmas catalogue
From Montgomery Ward's in Chicago
Sometimes we'd get it as early as late August
It was the big book of wishes, hopes, and desires
My three brothers and I were allotted 25 bucks a piece
Including tax
So I'd make up a different Christmas list every night from
The first of September to the 24th of December
Matter of fact, let me present you my Christmas credentials
When I was three years old, at least this is what my mother told me
I ate an entire ornament -- I ate a big red one
I thought it was an apple
They kinda freaked out, dad was gonna take me to the hospital
But they couldn't stop me from laughing, so
They just left me alone
So I guess I still got that Christmas in me all the time now
Then there was the year that my ma and dad gave me my first guitar
Ah man, it was gorgeous
I still got the thing
It was, uh, like aqua blue
Kind of dark aqua blue
With a cream colored heart
It was a Silvertone from Montgomery Ward's
The model was called Kentucky Blue
And man, when I saw that sitting under the tree
I just couldn't wait
First year or so, I didn't know how to play it
I'd just stand in front of the mirror with the string
Around my neck with that guitar and try to look like Elvis
Then my brother Dave taught me a couple chords
Now I'm here in your living room
Singing and talking to you, haha
It's funny how things work out
So, uh, why don't you go find a stranger, extend your hand to them
You see somebody looks like uh
They ain't doing quite as well as you
Slip 'em a buck, specially if they don't ask for spare change
Go buy your honey a cuckoo clock
Or a musical snow-shaking water ball
The one you wind it up it plays
I want you, I need you, I love you, with all my heart
'Cause after all, Hell, man -- it's Christmas
The searchlight in the big yard swings round like a gun
And the spotlights the snowflakes like dust in the sun
It's Christmas in prison, there'll be music tonight
And I'll probably get homesick, I love you, goodnight
Wait awhile, eternity
Old mother nature's got nothing on me
Come to me, run to me, come to me now
We're rolling, my sweetheart, we're flowing, by God
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